Battle-Field In Smoke Poem by Ciara Mitchell

You took the gun and shot me blind
You tied me up and left me to die
But one thing I could never held close
Why is our relationship like a battle field in smoke,

I was your guardian and your nice opposite
But you treated me like nothing but an obligated resistant.
I was a friend and helper trying to understand you
And yeah maybe I did have a little crush have a crush on you.
But now that's all over I've traded my feelings for ammo
And my compassion for green camo
So you can see the fire in my eyes
And all the emotions that I've left behind.

I tried so hard to be at your rank
But instead all it caused me was to sank.
I cried my last tears dealing with your hurtful words
And trying to make you see I'm not that bad of a girl.
But now I can't blame it all on you
I guess I could have laid off fooling around with you
But even then you didn't have to be so harsh
And now this is why our army is in treading into the marsh.
And your army started this, talking about me like I was mad
which made you hate me want to see me sad

Now we could end this right here right now
pull out that white flag and maybe hug it out,
But you won't do it, you want to fight
You me with my hands tied behind my back in trying to give up this in good light.
And stabbing me in the back as if you already didn't kill me,
watching me fall down to my knees and begging for friendship mercy.

But what you don't realize is I won't beg and I won't scream
I will die with my dignity and will accept my defeat.
And when I die the last words you would have heard me spoke
is this why our friendship is like a battle-field in smoke.